When the morning came and I took my stand at the accursed desk, I wished the day gone; and when night released me from the abhorrent task, and I sought my humble garret, I sat for hours at the open window, brooding over my wrongs.
The moonbeams glittered in the tears that anguish wrung from my upturned eyes.

The stars seemed to look down upon me with compassionate earnestness.

Sometimes my young spirit, carried away by the intense love I felt for those beautiful eyes of heaven, forgot for awhile the sorrows and cares of life and soared far, far away to seek for sympathy and affection in those unknown regions of light and purity.
I had few opportunities of religious instruction in this truly Godless household.

My uncle never attended church when he could avoid the obligation, and then, only to keep up appearances--a religion of the world; in which the heart had no part.

There was always a Bible in the office, but it was never used but in the way of business to administer oaths.